Every single drop of ink from my pen,
Screams out your name;
Flooded with feelings that are
long hidden inside my heart- now crawling out,
Creeping me up as I pour them upon paper,
You're my killer, but also my healer.

My guts are spilled,
Revealing my secrets.
I'm terrified as I realise how much I care about someone who's not even real.
A person that doesn't even exist!
But the one that makes me Feel,
A fantasy that keeps me feeling so real.